Conceal me in soft palms of your pressed hands.
Conceal me in your closed eyes’ moistened lids.
Conceal me in vapor veil of far lands
where prayer lifts your whisper. When fear forbids
you enter joy, conceal me in your heart’s
hesitation that my heart may help you.
When faith at last conquers fear, conceal part
of me in your laughter, all of me through
your rhythmic breath. When you kiss your loved ones’
tensed brows, conceal me in your kiss that I
may caress the universe just this once
perhaps through endless human contact—try
to reach through you to all and beyond all.
Falling asleep, conceal me in your fall.
Roger Armbrust
February 11,
2013
